This is a song about "Rotten"

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I'm what they see as rotten, i'm the forgotten

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Haha well thats where you're wrong pal, this shit is rotten